Big Business Page #3

How?

A hundred dollars for every C,

two hundred dollars for every B...

You pay our child to learn?

Why not?

Let's just call it a, a perk.

You're out of your mind! You're

raising a child, not a, not a CEO.

Well, perhaps I'll raise both.

I got you. I got you.

Oh, all right. All right.

I'll take the money back

if you'll just get him out of here.

Hey, that's my money!

Mine!

Spoken like a true Shelton.

Jason!

Come along, Rose.

L-I don't even know

what's on the agenda.

There's a ridiculous little

company we've had forever.

- I'm going to ask the board

to offload it.

- What's it called?

Hollowmade.

Let's hear it for

the Hollowmade shop class

and marching band!

Playing, well, frankly,

I didn't recognize the tune, but, uh...

Now, to head up this fight...

we think we got somebody who's

more than a match for Moramax.

Hollowmade's own factory foreman,

Miss Guts and Gumption...

Miss No-Nonsense herself,

Rose Ratliff!

- Come on up here, girl!

- Yee-haw!

Bless your heart.

- Go get 'em, Rose!

- Think big, Rosie!

Thank you. Whoo!

I appreciate that, Mayor.

I really do.

I don't know about you all,

but I'm mad as a wet wasp.

I've been doing some checking up

on these Moramax folks.

Last year, they put

300 Santa Clauses out of work,

and right before Christmas too.

And now, it's Hollowmade

they want.

No tellin' what they got

up their designer sleeves.

Could be condos,

a ski resort.

Strip-mining's one

sure thing comes to mind.

Are we gonna let 'em swoop down

on us like a bunch of turkey

buzzards in business suits?

- No!

- Pick our bones clean?

- Take our factory,

our jobs, our way of life?

- No!

Can we outsnake 'em?

Hell, yeah!

Now, go on and get out there

and buy those canned peaches

and ceramic items.

Mayor Finkar brought his

two-headed calf all the way

up from Jane Lew.

And it's a beauty. Whoo!

Twenty-five cents a look.

Come on, we got to raise some money

so I can go up north...

and raise some hell and kick

some snooty New York ass.

- Whoo! Are you with me?

- Yeah!

'Cause right here, right now,

we've got the Swamp Mud Boys...

featurin' my sweet sister,

Miss Sadie Ratliff.

Hit it!

Well, hello, Jupiter Hollow

I know you're doin'fine

Every day you work the factory

Every night, a jug of wine

But now them bums at Moramax

They're tryin'to milk us dry

But you all knows my sister Rose

will sound the battle cry

Yee-haw!

Sister Rose is gonna kick 'em

in their little-lo-lay-hee-hoo

Their little-lo-lay-hee-hoo

Their little-lo-lay-hee-hoo

Every cent's gonna help us kick

their little-lo-lay-hee-hoo

The most fiscally prudent action at this

point is to take an aggressive posture

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